Antimatter Blues: A Mickey7 Novel Novels & Stories

Yes, I had good friends in my last school, but none of them could beat Luna with their care. I was wondering why did I feel so strange after seeing this boy? Never before, with no other human being, has anything like this happened to me. Besides, this boy's aura also had a strange structure - it had a human part in it, but also some other part, unknown to me. Maybe my mother could recognize what it was, but I did not meet many creatures on my way, after all, my mother protected me effectively, especially against the bad ones. I knew I absolutely needed to learn more about Oliver Blythe, but how could I do it while avoiding talking to him and developing a possible relationship?

My hand reached her palm to touch and found them extremely cold. "Is she losing?" I asked myself out of fear. Yes, a fear of losing something. Maybe I didn't expect her to lose so fast considering my plan. "F**k." I cursed under my breath grabbing her palm to rub a little to generate some external heat. "Alpha....may I..." My trance got broken when I heard Amber's voice who was standing on the threshold of the room. "Sure." I permitted her to enter and stepped away from a little. The moment her eyes landed on her blotches on Iris's back she cussed.

there’s still a reddish tinge when he’s done, but I know it won’t come off until I use water. Sky then moves to Micah his eyes empty as he stares at the blood pooling on the grass. Sky takes Micah’s hand and cleans them like he did mine. “You defended your home.” “Go back to the compound, I’ll finish up here. Good job, Dark woods enforcers” We nod as one and turn to leave. The walk back to the compound is silent. I keep stealing looks at Micha. I don’t know why. When we’re close to the compound I slip my fingers through his. He tenses. “Are you okay?”

The thought almost makes me laugh. Moonlight is the only witness—diluted through the pine branches, pooling over the wolf’s mangled coat and painting my own skin in a static electricity of blue-white. The steam from her breath rises in frantic plumes, each one smaller than the last, but her eyes—amber, wild, fixed on mine—never blink. It’s not hate I see there. Not yet. Just the blank, starved look of a thing that’s been cornered too long.

Moriko The house was full of wolves with injuries; the iron smell of blood filled my nose as I saw wolf after wolf to assess and put whatever ointment I could find on them to help the healing go faster. I was about to head to Kamari’s room when I felt a tremor through the house. I paused, looking up at the creaking ceiling with dust floating down. I stood still for a moment, assessing, that tremor felt different than the ones these past few days. I perked my ears, straining to hear anything unusual. After a minute, I thought it was just another of the house’s spells and began walking up the stairs. I was about halfway up the stairs when the hairs on my neck rose.

"Who was that guy?" "Definitely not our friend." Moving into the city Ida saw the city skies were so astounding. The stars were brilliantly bright and it was full moon day and it looked like the sky was painted with glitters. Ida could notice that the city had a lot of blue and purple like on the street walls, buildings and residences. It was night and the city just flickered. "Doozy," Ida exclaimed, touching a glowing tree. The tree lightened up the place. "That's an eco-lamp, with a sensor," Liza said.

No one else in the town heard that hum. MICKEY WROTE PROFUSELY. His knuckles were shades of violet and blue and his ink was at the clutch of draining. Only the persimmon light from his night lamp lit his sweaty and greasy notebook, leatherbound and obviously used to the point that the sheets are loosely coming off its spine. Let’s eavesdrop on the personal musings of Mickey. An entry from journal #8:

"To think of it. Grey and Blue. I love the nickname." "Silly. It's Blue and Grey." Grasom corrects. "What's the difference?" I scoff,arms crossed. He leans over, his lips a hair away from my ear. "Blue comes first." (And Grey comes second. The end Tada. I wanna say a really big thank you to all of yal. Who spent their hard earned money on this book, it's an honor. It's my first book, took a lot out of me to complete because of the flaws plots but with your help her we are. Special thanks to those who subscribed, voted and left a review, thanks alot. I love you, just like Blue live Grey. Please feel free to proceed to my other books(Mrs Xavier and Beautifully damaged) one completed and one o

“They killed our families. Don’t you get it? Your parents, ours. You think I wanted to be stuck with Collin alone forever?” “Collin?” I asked, “Hi” The Emo kid says, holding up his hand. A gusty wind picked up suddenly, the moment he shifted the book from his face and his eyes shifted to crimson. I held the fringes of my dress tightly until finally, it disappeared with the same gusto with which it appeared. He can control the wind. “How did they die?” I inquire. “What do you mean how?” Micah snaps. “You want to know if they ripped their heart out, took their head, kept impaling them over and over and over and over again?” Micah jabs towards me driving his point home.

“That is… thoughtful sir.” “Seven sharp. Suit up.” He walked off with Sarah trailing him, casting a glance over her shoulder. Not a sweet one. Not a dangerous one either. Just… unreadable. I turned to Micah, who was sipping something from a crystal glass. Probably poison. “Well,” I muttered, “this day keeps getting better.” He smirked. “You will survive.” “You have no idea how close I am to a meltdown.” “I have seen worse. Last night, for example.”